TIRED (original poetry) [day #44]

TIRED

Souls fall, heart restless
Tired of waiting quietly
When is the moon again
When is the star studded
Longing to be measured in shame
Night singing fell in sweat

Tired of heart groping into the soul
Tired of the soul is stunned in pain
No light in the dark
No story in town
All glued by each tired
The soul is tired
body fatigue
When is tired over
Or until the foot can not move
Or until the soul loose back the lap of its owner

By; Zulkarnen @zulacut
April 19, 2018

Thanks @d-pend, this poem describes human fatigue, both tired body and soul in everyday.
this poem offerings for the 44th day challenge of the expected 100 days. bored.

Regards
@zulacut

Regards
@zulacut